Friday, August 25, 2006

This One or That One?

I was just thinking... why are we never satisfied with what we have? Me for example. If I can choose, maybe I will choose a perfect one, the best one. But nothing is perfect, no one is perfect. Every person is different, and that what makes them special.

I sometimes heard my friends talked about it when they had to choose which one is best for them.
"This guy is so nice, he can understand me, always think about me, cares about me and my family, always asks how are they doing, always be by my side every time I need someone to talk to, I can count on him, etc. But......"
"While that guy, he is also nice, always fun to be with, he has great character, he always brighten my day, he always makes me laugh, no one ever see me like he does, he makes me feel safe, etc. But......"
There's always a 'but'. Why can't they see This One and That One as a different person, who has different personalities, who has different good and bad side? Why can't they accept someone they care about for who they are?

I try not to compare one person with the other. Because I don't want being compared with other person either. That is not right, that is not fair. But the bad thing is, I will be very 'bete' when I find out he does/say something that makes me 'bete'. And when I start to like a guy, I tend to be 'parno' (hahaha...). And my head is full of 'what if'. I'm just afraid I will 'ilfeel' for him :-(

At least it always good to know that there is someone who cares about you so much :-)
Cause every day and every night,
I just wanna hold him tight
And make sure that everything's stays right
And every day and every night,
to dream of him is my delight
And know that he'll stay with me all the way -- Mocca
Wew, what's wrong with me tonight??

Saturday, August 19, 2006

Somewhere My Baby Waits For Me

My life is lonely now but I have no doubt
Someday I'll meet that someone I dreamed about
He may live around the block or far across the sea
Somewhere my baby waits for me

The moment that I see him my heart will know
Then I won't wait to tell him I love him so
He'll be mine to have and hold for whole eternity
Somewhere my baby waits for me

When I see lovers passing I don't feel blue
I know the things they're feeling I'll be feeling too
I don't know where I'll meet him, I don't know when
I only know that someday my search will end
One fine day I'll turn around and there he will be
Somewhere my baby waits for me

~~* Kyaaa... that is so me... :) *~~